We humans are capable of cognitive dissonance on a large scale when it comes to animals. We sentimentalize fictional animals but are oblivious to the cruel reality we cause. This video describes the cruel fate suffered by the whale who played Willy in the hit film.
It was a cold winter day in Washington, DC, and the lines to get into the National Gallery of Art snaked all around the huge building. The year was 1963, and President Kennedy had managed a diplomatic coup by getting the French government to loan the Mona Lisa so that Americans could see the most famous work of art in the world.
The crowds to see it were unprecedented. One had to stand in line for hours and even overnight. A little boy was among the thousands who flocked to see the painting. Bundled up and shivering from the cold, he grew excited as his place in line finally got inside the building, and eventually into the very gallery where Leonardo’s masterpiece hung.
But being a short little kid, he had to wait until he could place himself squarely in front, just a foot or so from the canvas. And then he did something astonishing.
Unbuttoning his winter coat, he revealed his dog, whom he had been carrying secretly all this time.
“I wanted my dog to see the Mona Lisa,” he explained matter-of-factly to the startled guards.
How many dogs can claim to have accomplished such a feat?
Photograph: President Kennedy, Mme Malraux, French Minister of Culture André Malraux, Jackie Kennedy and Vice President Johnson at the unveiling of the Mona Lisa, National Gallery of Art, Washington DC, 8 January 1963
© Photo © Robert Knadsen, White House / John Fitzgerald Kennedy Presidential Library, Boston
Joe Porter lived at my parents’ home. He had the run of the small yard, where he liked to crawl among the lemon trees (when he wasn’t trying to get into the house). But one year there was an earthquake and a mudslide, and the backyard was seriously reduced. It wasn’t safe for Joe anymore.
Joe was just then coming out of hibernation, that is, he was stirring in his box in the tool shed. He wanted to go outside–he was hungry after six months of not eating! What to do? Mom said her plumber loved and kept desert tortoises, and he was happy to take Joe in while we sorted out the landscaping. However, he had more than a dozen female tortoises. We worried: Joe hadn’t even SEEN another tortoise since the 1930’s. Would he have a heart attack if he suddenly was around all those females?
In the end we decided to take him to this new temporary home anyway–at least he would die happy. But no heart attack happened. In fact, Joe knew exactly what to do, if you take my meaning. Before we knew it he had sired 75 eggs that spring! When we went to visit Joe, he seemed like a new tortoise. As the plumber said: “What guy wouldn’t be?–all those women!”